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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #4,501
Peak in subgenre #626
Author
Predator
Uploaded
January 22, 2004
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MP3 6.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
yo ima tighten up my grip on this mic, rippin scriptures an flippin it right
terrorizin the crowd, perilizin any mc's style who thinks they can spit in the meanwhile
anyone steppin ta this?, ya lookin like roahes, lucky i dont smoke the'shit
commIT to seperatin the spine oh MY VICtoms, join tha click kid, get them teeth kicked in
steel toe cleets to reap havok on any MC thinkin he can beat me, must B,.."smokin trees"!
"tokin leaves" to releave tha fear of ME.. endin his would BE carreer, wit a meat cleaver
I got the rhyme fever, releasen'm on time so call it an obese masterpiece or jus decent
two lethal connections holdin down seperate sections of the west wit weapons
waitin for the next hata ta step and get torn in different directions
or injected wit souisidle infections an left wit no recollection OF IT'
cuz you know we love it, like kickin ur ass in public, kickin u in the stomach
summin it up, you know who really run it, watchin u otha-fuckas plummet (plus)
packin special weapons an tactics thatl practically put an end to YOU naturally
so call us the swat team infiltatin ur house wit infarred beams (sound effects gunshot wav)
retaliate an create that criminal mindstate, that assimilates the right kind
eliminate'n fake mimes at incredible rates, tryna bum sum lines in disquise an hide it
die'n for a piece of the cake, but whats inside doesnt have what it takes
so they think ill jus "copy an paste" an when exposed "I swear I waz really movin weight" (for real)
I HATE to witNISS this bitch shit! unfold, I jus keep rollin, causin corrosion to weak flows
puttin lyrical tags on toes of my mangled foe's, not even worthy of an oponent status
more like an apparatus I had to walk over, stayin on patrol, like a soldier, control'n-his-own
destiny, cuz I wont allow no fagget next ta me, tryin step an ur kin'l read rest in peace
I got tha recipie to have ur ass decked,so dont be stressin me
Tha cream of the crop dont fuck wit tha flip flops of hip hop bitch, we stay at the top an rock shit
So ya betta come equiped ta get dissed to tha fullest extent, or resent it when ur on tha decent
Cuz Ninty nine percent of my emenies represent the deffinition of TORMENT
Newbies campin out in tents without their parents concent,
knowin I posses the intent, ta burn they house to tha cement.
